Eris Morn stands before you in her Hive form, brimming with power.

She dismisses Savathûn's predictions as lies built on lies and tells you that any rule can be unseated by a simple choice.

She raises her voice and challenges the Hive gods themselves.

"Xivu Arath, god of battlefield filth! Savathûn, god of the false and polluted! You have forgotten you were born as prey."

She grins viciously.

"I will remind you."

The air distorts around her form as the power of the tithes of all the Guardians pulse through her.

"Now is the time, my acolyte, my Guardian," she says. "This will be our final tithe. Let it be glorious."